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What is't, but to be nothing else but mad?
Pol. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true; a foolith figure,---But farewel it; for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then;; and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect; Or rather say, the cause of this defect ; For this effect, defective, comes by cause; Thusit remains, and the remainder Chus.--Perpend.-I have a daughter; have, while she is mine; Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this ;. now gather, and surmise.
[He opens a Letler, and reads.] “ To tlre celestial, and my soul's idol, the most “ beatified (29) Ophelia.”-----That's an ill phrase:
(29) To the celefial, and my ful's idol, the mot beautified Ophelia.] I have ventured at an emendation here, against the authority of all the copies; but, I hope, upon examination, it will appear probable and reasonable. The word beautified may carry two diftinet ideas, either as applied to a woman made up of artificial beauties (which our Poet afterwards calls,
The harlot's cheek beautied with plaftring art) or- as applied to a person rich in native charms. As, in the Two Gentlemien of Verona';
And partly seeing you are beautified
With goodly shape. As Shakespeare has therefore chose to use it in the latter acceptation, to express natural comeliness; I cannot imagine, that, here, he would have excepted to the phrase, and called it a vile one. But a stronger objection still, in my mind, lyes against it. As celestial and cul's idol are the introductory. characteristies of Opbelia, what a dreadful anticlimax is it to descendi to such an epithet as beautified! On the other
beatified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear
These to her excellent white botom, these”.-.
« Doubt thou the stars are fire, [Reading
« But never doubt I love. " Oh, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers ; I « have not art to reckon my groans; but that I u love thee beít, oh moit beit, believe it. Adieu. “ Thine evermore, most dear Lady, whilst
66 this machine is to him, Hamlet." This in obedience hath my daughter shewn me ; And, more above, hath his folicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear.
hand, beatified, as I have conjectured, raises the image ; but
Two Gentlemen of Verona.
Love's Labour's 10%.
Ibid. And Beaumont and Fletcher, I remember, in A Wife for a Month, make a lover subscribe his letter to his mistress, thus ;
-Ty the biejt Evanthe.
King. But how has she received his love
hich done, the took the fruits of my advice;
King. Do you think this?"
Pol. Hath there been such a time, I'd fain know That I have positively said, 'tis so, [that, When it proved otherwise?
King. Not that I know.
[Pointing to his Head and Shoulder
Xing. How may we try it further?
Pol. You know sometimes he walks four hours Here in the lobby.
(together Queen. So he does indeed.
Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him; Be you
and I bebind an arras then,
Enter HAMLET, reading.
Ham. Ay, Sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Pol. That's very true, my Lord.
Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, Being a good kissing carrion-... Have you a davghter?
Pol. I have, my Lord.
Ham. Let her not walk i' th’ fun; conception is a blesling, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't.
know me, my
Pol. How fay you by that? ftill harping on my
Ham. Words, words, words.
Lord. Ham. Slanders, Sir: for the fatirical slave says here, that old men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, and plumb-tree gum: and that they have a plentiful lack of wit; together with most weak hams. All which, Sir, tho’ I moli powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, Sir, shall be as old as I am, if, like a crab, you could
backward. Pol. Tho' this be madness, yet there's method in't. WiN you walk out of the air, my
Pol. Indeed, that's out o'th' air